Here

And I realize I am here
In light
And shadow
Dripping in song
in minor key

I am here
With Sunday staring at me
Everyday is Sunday
Everyday I lay at the altar
Saying who am I supposed to be

And I say Your name
I’m but a bird
Broken winged
soaring through shapeless calligraphy

And why is this poem about me?
You’re in me,
And my eyes in you?
Can I not see?
Are these eyes not meant for latent wings?

  1. Was spell bound with the way you used words to create intense emotions, thanks for sharing such a lovely post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them 😊

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    1. Ashley Hearod June 11, 2017 at 2:15 am

      Thank you so much! Lovely compliment 🙂 will do sid

      Ash xx

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      1. Truly humbled by the way you respected my invitation, feel free to explore any of my posts 😊

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    1. Ashley Hearod July 5, 2017 at 3:27 pm

      Thank you!!

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